“On a Flight of Birds” by Alexander Robertson

by theliterarymaiden

On a Flight of Birds
Alexander Robertson
From Last Poems of Alexander Robertson, 1918

Like a shield
Once they wheeled,
Now they rise,
Or, as a horn,
Or, as a fan,
Now as a ring
Of a Titan king,
Then, like a net,
Higher yet.
Like a coat of mail
On high they sail,
Or, half-hid,
Like a pyramid.
Do they know
What shapes they show
And desire
That we admire?
Or have they wrought
Without thought,
Swift to change
These marvels strange.